The past few weeks I have been craving to write, to immortalize the shock, the confusion, the pain, the anger, the...
Saving Myself
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The Unbearable Duty of Living
Some days life is unbearable... sometimes it goes on day after day, and it turns into weeks and months... and suddenly...
Emptiness, my mother, leftovers…
As I was driving back home from Leesburg, at some pointy halfway on the road, I realized that my brain was blank......
Finding me
Things have changed. I have changed. Not really evolved into anything in particular but... dissolved. Yes, I feel...
A Child’s Heart
And I came upon an old man who was sitting under a fig tree, savouring the juice of its fruits. With a nod and a...
… and this is why I don’t care about the past
The past few years I have come back and forth to that place, where the need between writing and not writing becomes as...
Me and my Past
Some weeks ago a decided to bring back my babbles, my photos, my poems... I felt the need to dust off layers of...
Here we go again…
I guess I am "lagging" one more time between yesterday and tomorrow, is that familiar feeling of having lost a life...
Still here and not moving
To my right there is a glimpse of light trying to break the morning. To my left is pitch dark and the sounds of the...